The Book of PoetryWilliam Morrison Engles Paul T. Jones, Publishing Agent, 1844 - 264 páginas |
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... mourned with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high From fatal Calvary , With all thy own redeemed out bursting from their tombs . For thou didst bear away from earth But one of human birth , The dying felon by thy side , to be ...
... mourned with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high From fatal Calvary , With all thy own redeemed out bursting from their tombs . For thou didst bear away from earth But one of human birth , The dying felon by thy side , to be ...
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... mourning , o'er some stone I bend , Which covers all that was a friend , And from his voice , his hand , his smile , Divides me for a little while ; Thou , Saviour , mark'st the tears I shed , For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead . And ...
... mourning , o'er some stone I bend , Which covers all that was a friend , And from his voice , his hand , his smile , Divides me for a little while ; Thou , Saviour , mark'st the tears I shed , For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead . And ...
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... mourn , but , ye woodlands , I mourn not for you ; For morn is approaching , your charms to restore , Perfumed with fresh fragrance , and glittering with dew . Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind nature the embryo blossom ...
... mourn , but , ye woodlands , I mourn not for you ; For morn is approaching , your charms to restore , Perfumed with fresh fragrance , and glittering with dew . Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind nature the embryo blossom ...
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... mourn some other's fate- At every human wo I here repine ; The joy of every saint shall there be mine . Here , if I lean , the world shall pierce my heart ; But there , that broken reed and I shall part 64 BOOK OF POETRY .
... mourn some other's fate- At every human wo I here repine ; The joy of every saint shall there be mine . Here , if I lean , the world shall pierce my heart ; But there , that broken reed and I shall part 64 BOOK OF POETRY .
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... mourned . The Deity was there ! - -a nameless spirit Moved in the hearts of men to do him homage ; And when the Morning smiled , or Evening , pale , Hung weeping o'er the melancholy urn , They came beneath the broad o'er - arching trees ...
... mourned . The Deity was there ! - -a nameless spirit Moved in the hearts of men to do him homage ; And when the Morning smiled , or Evening , pale , Hung weeping o'er the melancholy urn , They came beneath the broad o'er - arching trees ...
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abyss adore amaranthine angels ANONYMOUS beam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES clouds dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dreams dust dust to dust earth EDOM Eternity fade fair faith Father fear flowers glorious glory gone grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jesus life's light live long art thou look Lord lyre MARY HOWITT mercy morning mortal mother mountain mourn night o'er pain passed peace Pleiades praise prayer rapture repose rest rill rise round Saviour seraphs shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tempest thine thou art Thou hast thoughts throne tomb tread Twas unforgiven voice wake wandering wave weary weep wings
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Página 152 - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Página 61 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own.
Página 106 - Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Página 173 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Página 174 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 98 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Página 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 152 - Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Página 143 - THOU unrelenting Past ! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb.
Página 36 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.